Immortal Martial Emperor

Meng Chenggong's expression was placid, like an ancient, undisturbed well, showing not a single trace of emotion.

The Mystical Illusion coalescing behind him, the Face of the Godslayer, resembled a grim Evil Ghost. The Big Saber in its hand brandished a vast and sharp blade of light with every swing, as if it could tear the void asunder and shake the past and present.

Faced with such an offensive, Hong Yu was naturally not one to show weakness.

The Cyan Celestial Transformation Dragon Technique suddenly activated.

His right arm, suffused with a cyan light, was covered in a layer of cyan Dragon Scales. The cyan light shimmered, its metallic glint piercingly bright.

This was the First Layer Realm of the Cyan Celestial Transformation Dragon Technique—the True Dragon Arm!

Covered in a layer of powerful cyan Dragon Scales, it not only increased the arm's hardness and offensive power but also boosted its strength by a full two times!

Calculated based on Hong Yu's current strength, what did a twofold increase even mean?

The difference was no longer measurable in the millions!

BOOM!

The cyan light shook the heavens as he swung his arm.

The Big Saber howled, descending with an equally merciless slash.

BANG!

The two attacks finally collided. Powerful forces crashed against each other, each forming a terrifying vortex of energy.

As the air compressed and spun, waves of heart-stopping power rippled out in all directions.

Hong Yu's body suddenly trembled.

The massive blade of light was incredibly sharp. Even with the protection of the True Dragon Arm, he felt the webbing between his thumb and forefinger go numb, and a painful, cramping sensation shot through his arm.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The ground beneath Hong Yu's feet cracked and splintered.

Unable to withstand such a powerful impact, his legs sank completely into the earth from the knees down. A spiderweb of cracks spread out in all directions, like a Celestial Net of Heaven and Earth cast upon the ground.

"Hahaha, Hong Yu can't hold on much longer!"

"As expected of Grand General Meng! Those Nine Godslaying Kills are the real deal!"

"It's a shame, though. After this strike, Hong Yu's body and soul will surely be annihilated. He won't even leave behind a complete corpse. I was hoping to whip his body!"

A clamorous discussion erupted from the crowd.

The words were venomous and gloating, all of them aimed at Hong Yu.

However…

Just as Hong Yu was about to be slain by the slash, just as they had predicted, the seemingly struggling young man suddenly let out a cold laugh.

A burst of cyan light erupted from his arm, nearly engulfing half his body.

The cyan Dragon Scales clattered like metal plates grinding together. They surged over his arm, his veins pulsed, and the immense Primordial Gang's Power within him converged into his arms.

"Break for me!"

With a great roar, Hong Yu violently tore his arms apart to the sides.

BOOM!

Golden light exploded!

A terrifying energy unleashed a horrifying might, surging forth like a tidal wave.

It was incomparably powerful and turbulent.

Following this explosion of power, the massive blade of light instantly shattered and burst apart.

It scattered into a myriad of colors, like a shower of stardust.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Meng Chenggong stumbled back three consecutive steps, his expression suddenly darkening.

The Big Saber had been forcefully torn apart by Hong Yu, causing the Mystical Illusion behind him to tremble violently. The Godslayer illusion seemed to have been wounded.

He stared at Hong Yu in shock and doubt. "Good heavens, kid. You actually tore apart the Death Demon Blade condensed by my Godslayer Mystical Illusion with your bare hands? Incredible! Your Body Refining Divine Technique is truly incredible!"

The entire audience was in an uproar, their emotions running high.

Everyone's perception of Hong Yu was once again turned completely upside down.

Just what kind of young man was this? What kind of Demon Fiend?

Tearing apart an attack condensed from a Mystical Illusion with his bare hands?

A physical body like that… it was practically a human Primordial Weapon!

"He actually withstood it? Amazing! That kid is truly amazing!"

"More than just amazing! To have such strength at his age, he's destined to be another brilliant new star in the future!"

"The Blood Demon Palace is in trouble this time. They actually provoked such a promising young powerhouse!"

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Someone shook their head and sighed. "The stronger he appears now, the more the Blood Demon Palace will want to kill him. If I'm not mistaken, the moment his duel with Grand General Meng ends will be the moment the Blood Demon Palace makes their move!"

"Poor guy. He has such a limitless and bright future ahead of him, yet he's about to fall here!"

"The world has never lacked for stunningly brilliant geniuses. Only those who make it to the very end are the true chosen ones!"

The crowd looked at Hong Yu with complicated expressions.

Some were amazed, some were stunned, some were regretful, and some…

Were gloating!

They were restless, waiting to witness the fall of a stunningly brilliant genius!

Meng Chenggong took a deep breath. His gaze was profound, as if it could pierce through the boundless eons, as if it had the power to see into a person's heart and perceive their very essence.

His heavy voice was like the tolling of a great bell. "Hong Yu, I have one last move."

"Mm."

Hong Yu took a deep breath and nodded.

He had already pulled his body out of the ground.

He stood proudly before Meng Chenggong, concentrating his spirit. The fires of battle blazed in his eyes, like a surging inferno.

Hong Yu didn't show the slightest hint of fear.

'Even if tens of thousands stand against me, I will press forward!'

'So what if I face a hundred deaths and reincarnations?'

'All I ask for is a hearty battle!'

'I will never yield!'

Meng Chenggong stared at Hong Yu, silent for a long time. After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "This last move, I..." He paused for a long while, then a stiff smile appeared on his face. "Forfeit!"

"Huh?"

Hong Yu was taken aback.

"What?"

The crowd also looked at Meng Chenggong in confusion.

Who didn't know Meng Chenggong's temper?

Years ago, when a Deputy General under his command was killed by an enemy's Poison Arrow, Meng Chenggong flew into a rage. He ignored thirteen imperial edicts and led one hundred thousand iron-clad cavalry to slaughter the forces of the Three Kingdoms Alliance, forcing them into a sudden, chaotic retreat and expanding the Ice Kingdom's territory by a full eight thousand kilometers!

Even when the King threatened him with death and the entire imperial court impeached him, he did it without a second thought.

If anyone dared provoke him, he would simply slaughter his way through them!

He never showed mercy!

But this time…

He actually gave up?

Hong Yu frowned. "Why?"

Meng Chenggong laughed heartily, his voice like Thunder cracking in the sky. "Why? This General doesn't know why either. I'm just acting on a whim, that's all! However..." He slowly reined in his laughter and said softly in a low voice, "Hong Yu, you need to be careful of certain people!"

Hong Yu's heart stirred. Looking at Meng Chenggong's resolute face, he felt a surge of gratitude.

The reason Meng Chenggong didn't use his tenth move wasn't that he lacked the confidence to defeat him.

On the contrary...

Meng Chenggong was fully confident that his tenth move could at least seriously injure him, but he didn't do it.

Because Meng Chenggong knew that even if Hong Yu managed to block the tenth move, he would still be walking a dead-end path; the people from the Blood Demon Palace would absolutely not let this opportunity slip by.

Meng Chenggong was unwilling to be a pawn for the Blood Demon Palace, so he directly gave up the chance to make his tenth move.

It could also be seen as leaving Hong Yu in his peak condition to deal with the Blood Demon Palace.

No one present was ordinary, and there certainly weren't any fools. Naturally, they also figured out the key to the situation.

Liang Hunran gritted his teeth. "Has Meng Chenggong lost his mind? How could he not make a move with such a perfect opportunity?"

Tang Zhan was also seething with uncontrollable rage. "Damn it, how is that bastard so lucky?"

Cheng Zhen said hesitantly, "He hasn't used up any energy this way. It's going to be much more troublesome for us to deal with him later!"

Everyone couldn't help but look towards Blood Wen, who was resting with his eyes closed.

From beginning to end, Blood Wen showed no emotional fluctuation. He didn't even seem to be watching the duel between Hong Yu and Meng Chenggong.

Until a certain moment…

He slowly opened his eyes. A glacial glint, like the gaze of the Death God from the Nine Netherworld, flashed in their depths as he said indifferently, "Make your move!"

"Yes!"

Liang Hunran, Tang Zhan, Cheng Zhen, and the others all looked invigorated.

They had been sharpening their blades for a while, hungry and impatient!

At Blood Wen's command, a group led by Liang Hunran, Tang Zhan, and the others—nearly eight hundred powerhouses belonging to the Blood Demon Palace—all charged forward to kill.

Such a lineup was incredibly extravagant and powerful.

There were a full six Primordial Embryo Realm Powerhouses alone.

Not to mention…

The remaining powerhouses were all top-tier experts that various great families and factions had poured their efforts into cultivating. Under the siege of the crowd, crushed by an offensive that surged like a tidal wave, a sharp aura of death instantly enveloped Hong Yu.

Meng Chenggong's brows twitched. "Hong Yu, they're here!"

Hong Yu nodded and said, "General Meng, remember what you promised me. Take good care of Wudi!"

"Don't you worry!"

Meng Chenggong nodded, then hesitated before saying, "If need be, I can help mediate!"

"Heh..."

Hong Yu was grateful in his heart, but he shook his head and said, "There's no need. A battle between me and the Blood Demon Palace is inevitable."

With a sharp wave of his hand, the Godslaying Spear whistled and landed in his palm.

Xingtian took two heavy steps forward.

The two brothers stood shoulder to shoulder.

Hong Yu said lightly, "Xingtian, this time, we're going on a rampage!"

"Big Brother, in life or death, I'll be with you!"

Xingtian's voice was cold and hard, but his expression was as honest and simple as ever.

"Hahaha..."

Hong Yu laughed loudly, wild and unrestrained. He took out two wine jars from his Storage Ring, forcefully broke the clay seals, and poured the contents straight into his mouth.

The fiery strong wine burned his throat.

Xingtian followed suit, but the strong wine had no effect on him.

After downing a jar of strong wine, Hong Yu's face was already flushed red. A grim light surged in his eyes, his black hair danced wildly without any wind, and his robes whipped about as rolling Primordial Gang flowed around his body.

A layer of cyan light slowly enveloped him.

He looked like a War God possessed by a Cyan Dragon.

Seeing the people from the Blood Demon Palace arriving right before him, Hong Yu suddenly flung the wine jar in his hand, and it exploded with a BOOM.

The Divine Demon Wings on his back suddenly unfurled, and his figure shot out like a streaking star.

He let out a great roar, like thunder, like a deity, like an invincible War God: "With my Battle Halberd, I will slaughter the Nine Heavens! With my fists, I will shatter the firmament…"

"Those who harm me will face me until one of us is dead!"

"Those who harm my family and friends will face me until one of us is dead!"

"All who belong to the Blood Demon Palace—this ends only in death!"

Hong Yu's battle song shook the vast sky. The Nine Heavens themselves seemed to stir, casting a hazy, blood-red light over everything.

He and Xingtian, like tigers pouncing on a flock of sheep, charged into the midst of the Blood Demon Palace's powerhouses…